OMG. I am getting a dog this Saturday. Forty-eight hours from now. I know the specific time when my life is going to change. As many of you know from my previous post, it has been a whirlwind.
I don’t remember being this nervous when I got my other two dogs. But then again, I wasn’t married and didn’t have a toddler. In addition to potty training said toddler, I am adding to the poop insanity and adding puppy pee to the equation. (Apparently I like challenges.) I have already started to shift my schedule during the next two weeks so I can help the pup transition. My Saturday mornings will probably be at a puppy kindergarten somewhere.
The house has even more doggy paraphernalia. (If there are any PR people representing Dog companies, I may be the Blogger for you.) My two current dogs are wondering what the heck is going on and my toddler, of course, is oblivious. Though we watch the video of the puppy playing all the time. Not sure if it works, but hoping it will help when the puppy comes home.
I have stacks of books I got from the library that I have been pouring over. As a refresher for training, transition, and dog-to-dog introduction, as well as as learning how to acclimate kids to a new dog. (Though if you are looking to acclimate a dog to a new baby, Isis Parenting has an awesome blog post on the matter.)
Adding to my panic are the comments I have received over the past couple of weeks since we told people we were going from two dogs to three. Needless to say, not very supportive, and generally along the lines of, “Are you freaking insane?”
As the time gets closer, I think the answer is, “Yes, we are.”
Until once again I see his little face. Then the answer is, “No, just full of love I want to share.”